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I don’t need a job, a job needs me

So I’ve come to the realization that I do not need a job, but rather that a job needed me.

I started working at the age of 14 because I wanted to pay for a trip to Walt Disney World. So young, yet so determined. My parents ended up completing the money after they saw how determined I was. After this job I started working in an amusement park, but hated the job so much, I didn’t last more than a summer. Right after this job I did what most teenagers do, and I worked in a McDonald’s. I can’t pretend I didn’t like it, because that’d be a lie. I didn’t like the fact that the shifts were hard, and the smells, and the oil every where, and the managers screaming. But I met some of my closest friends and we’ve known each other for about 6 years now. I worked there for 3 years and then I left because I was fed up with the job. This is the longest I’ve ever had a job. After this, I worked in a DAVIDsTEA for winter vacays, and then for a clothing store the next summer, and then a restaurant the following winter, but I never stayed more than a few months. Right now, I’m unemployed. It’s partly a choice and partly because I can’t find the job that will fit me perfectly. I’m 20 years old and I’ve had 11 jobs in my life. I think I have this thing we can call a radar for the jobs I know I won’t be happy at. I’ve had plenty of job interviews and got a lot of phone calls too (I bless the Lord for that) but every time, a few factors seemed to make the employers reluctant at the idea of hiring me: the schedule. I go to university full time, but I still have a lot of free time on my hands. And I go to church on Saturdays, celebrate the Holy Sabbath, so I don’t work from Friday night to Saturday night. Weirdly enough, this always seems to be an issue. Even if I can offer my whole Sunday, it never seems to be enough. I don’t really know what to do at this point. Every time I have an interview, I get hired, and then when we talk about the schedule, they say they’ll call me back (which I know they won’t do). I’m still praying for God to show me exactly what He wants me to do because at this point, I have no clue. It’s weird that at 20 years old, I can’t find a job. If someone would’ve told me in the past, I’d laugh at them. I never really had troubles finding jobs in the past and now, here I am. With great qualifiications, but little respect because I’m a student and religious.